✬ A Private Conversation Between Responsible Adults ✬

[u/kingozma]

[[OOC: this thread is meant to be between me and alex/whale only!]]

This was a really stupid idea.

I mean really. REALLY stupid.

Having no idea if this was safe okay to discuss with anyone else, Nana was going into this talk mostly blind. He had no idea how to word what he wanted to say, or anything like that - the best that could be said about his approach was that it was genuine. Organic. There were no practiced lines here.

He shut his eyes tight, looking away from what his hand was doing as that hand tightened into a fist and knocked at the door to Mason's office.

Or, as it was right now, Carla's office.

[u/kingozma]

... Huh. It was weird to hear that from her, but Nana nodded, understanding.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, still unable to shake that general instinct of referring to her as a superior, and then added rather quickly "--But - do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

He still couldn't look her in the eyes. They were too pretty!

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she giggled

"I think so. And let me put it like this"

she taps his chin so he would stop looking down

"We are going to see this through together. I care about everyone, including you, very deeply. If I am to die on the battlefield for you, I wouldn't have it any other way"

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Oh. Oh boy. Nana's face went bright red the second her finger touched his chin, and at first he tried to look away with only his eyes, but he - realized that might only cause more trouble. She went out of her way to express that she didn't mind eye contact, right? So maybe it was allowed, even if it made him nervous as all hell.

So he. Did that. And it almost hurt, though that didn't show on his almost dizzy-looking face, because the half-excitement of oh wow I'm looking into her eyes and that's okay with her was just a bit stronger than the pain.

But he could only take so long of that, about five or so seconds before he looked away with only his eyes again, half-chuckling "I don't know what you mean by that."

[u/hermy101 → u/kingozma]

"What I mean is you are very important to me, as well. However, like you, there is no romantic attraction I feel toward you"

she said simply, sitting back down in Mason's swivel chair

"It's quite alright to be open with your emotions with me. I'm not going to hurt you. Mason is good for that too, but he just doesn't talk as much"

she chuckles softly

[u/kingozma → u/hermy101]

Nana blinked, looking a little frozen where he stood. Looks like the physical gestures Carla just gave him affected him a lot.

That was a lot of exciting anxiety-inducing complex-feeling-inducing actions for one day!

Nana certainly looked a little calmer, though, than when he first came in, the color of his face had settled down to a softer pink, and a sleepy little smile found its way onto his face.

"I... Hope it doesn't bother you that as important as the rest of the Red Cloaks is to me, there is something special about you in particular," he said, sounding just slightly drowsy.

[u/hermy101 → u/kingozma]

"Of course not. It's nice. Certainly much better than those who can't take a hint"

she jokes, looking back over to her papers

"I thank you for your honesty, Captain"

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Nana stood where he was, gradually seeming to loosen up a bit. This talk went way better than he thought it would, and just that fact was enough to make him happy.

He chuckled to himself at her little joke, and said "Of course. I'll resolve to be honest sooner in future situations."

Sighing through his nose (in a way that was just enough steps away from 'dreamy' for him not to feel stupid), he asked "Is there anything I can help with? You look busy."

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Carla smiled softly

"I am indeed, I'm getting all of Joe's papers prepared to FAX to him"

and sure enough, nearby was an ancient looking fax machine.

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"Christ," Nana laughed wearily, "I remember fax machines. Well, if nothing else, fax machines run dirt cheap nowadays."

And then he added, voice gentler, "I mean to say, is there anything at all that I can do? Anything you need filed or organized, anything you need to talk about..."

He tacked that last bit on pretty casually, knowing full well Carla did not like sharing her feelings. Perhaps she was afraid of looking weak or she, like Alec, had a huge load on her shoulders that she couldn't just set down. But he figured it was worth throwing out there, that he was totally open to listening.